[Under eternal night, those who kill gods are all sinners]
In the 400th year of the Xuanming calendar, the last natural light source tower went out.
In a city-state made of steel talismans, human beings huddle in the pseudo-day driven by gears and turbid crystals, and I am the last exile who bears the name of "Light Hunter".
There are three things hidden in my ancestral weapon box "Thousand Machine Coffin":
A meteorite knife capable of severing the spine of a fallen angel,
Half of the Mingxu secret volume records the origin of Eternal Night,
There is also a wanted order for the God-killer that was personally stamped by Pope Eclipse.
Huang Shuyuan said: The truth cannot be tolerated in this world.
The "artificial turbid crystal" formula she took with her when she defected allows mortals to control the power of gods - as long as you can bear the cost of growing Cthulhu tentacles from your spine.
One of us hunts for the blood of fallen angels, and the other dissects the remains of gods.
Until in the heart of the head of Qintian Prison,
The seventh human skin mask of the Eclipse Pope was dissected.
It turns out that the so-called eternal night,
But when ancient humans modified the laws of heaven and earth,
The old scar left on the spine of the God of Creation.
[Dark Eastern Fantasy x Hardcore Doomsday Survival]
◆ The fierce collision between the Steam Talisman and the Cthulhu Fallen Angel
◆ Every chapter is a brain-burning werewolf killing game of life and death.
◆ The tug-of-war between mechanical ascension and flesh-and-blood distortion of human nature
"You want to trade a million lives for three seconds of dawn?"
I held Qianji Coffin tightly, and Huang Shuyuan's mysterious bone hand was carving the god-killing talisman.
There is no savior at the end of eternal night,
Just two madmen lighting a false sun with the bones of gods.
